To continue on with the analogy from last post, my bowling ball has officially dropped and my little guy has now entered the world. Pierson Michael was born last Saturday morning at 10:38 a.m. For being 5+ weeks early, he was certainly a good size, and I’m quite thankful that I didn’t carry him the full 40 weeks… Let’s just say that my ‘bowling ball’ was a good enough size. I can’t imagine a 10+ pound baby!
Though previously having the thought that 99% of all babies are hideous ugly, please note that mine is definitely the exception. He’s beautiful. (I see you rolling your eyes now–It’s okay. hahahah!) I am smitten with my little fellow and am in love for the second time in my life. Being so early, he has been more on the jaundice side, but the doctors have been monitoring his levels and they are thankfully on the way down, and his weight is on its way up!
We are thanking the Lord for this precious little gift! I’m off to sleep! I’ll take it when I can. 
Pierson meets his cousin, Roman
